Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series J.K. Rowling does, she created all of the wonderful world (so envy her).
Chapter 2: The Scar
They pulled into a free parking spot close to Kings Cross. With his trunk and his snowy owl Hedwig loaded onto a trolley they headed toward Platform 9 ¾.
"Slow down, Harry, you're going to knock someone over." Lily told Harry.
She was right he was pushing the trolley rather haphazardly though the crowds.
"Will I get to see dad when I get there?"
"No, but you'll see him when you get sorted."
"I hope I'm in Slytherin just like him."
Well you never know what house you'll be in. What makes you want to go into Slytherin anyway, even your dad said it was a risky house."
"I don't really know, but Gryffindor wouldn't be too bad."
I would like to see Severus' face if you got in to Gryffindor." Lily said but she wasn't quite sure Harry heard her.
The pair made there way toward the platforms 9 and 10 and soon was on the steam filled platform. Lily and Harry slowly made their way towards the scarlet steam engine to deposit Harry's luggage on the train.
Harry said his sad goodbyes to his mother and started to get onto the train. He had placed a foot on the step when he saw a lanky boy struggling to get his trunk on the train. Harry went over to see if the boy needed help.
"Do you need any help?" Harry asked the mysterious boy.
"Oh . . . yeah." The boy replied.
With the combined efforts of the two boys they lifted the heavy trunk onto the train. They both lifted their heads which were shinny with perspiration. Harry's eyes drifted to the boys face and Harry took in every one of his features. He got to the top of the boys face; Harry rested his eyes there on a pale thin scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.